You go around the potholes, not over them.
Unfortunately Chria didn't heed this wisdom yesterday. He had a nasty encounter with a pothole while riding downhill at 30mph, which led to an even nastier encounter with the asphalt and, finally, a guardrail.
An incredibly nice stranger (see: angel) witnessed the whole accident and, after making sure all body parts and mental processes were working the way they were supposed to, drove bloody battered Chria and his banged-up bike home from Palos Verdes.
Thankfully, the only casualties were his bike, his helmet (which nearly split in two), some shredded bike clothes, a shiner, and some superficial (albeit painful and ugly) road rash.
Nurse Clara helped patch Dada up... and we all took a deep breath and realized how lucky he was to come out of this with injuries that can be treated by a quick trip to the drugstore and some leftover Percoset from his elbow surgery. We're all lucky.
7 comments:
Time to accept it Chria, you're getting too old for this shit ;-)
this is the reason people take up golf... however, you're supposed to give up the dangerous shinanigans once you do that.
Very very lucky, and incredibly happy all turned out OK. I worry about this every time tim goes riding...
Time to start hiding the bike.
Don't need to hide this bike, it's toast!
Ouch!
Thank you all for your concern, I'll try to be a little more careful next time!
Glad to hear all are well and in tact. Now, prepare yourself for margaritas in a week and a half!
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